"Y/n." I hear them say. I stood close to the edge of the cliff trying to get a better angle with my camera. I hadn't noticed how close I had been, I was so distracted by the breathtaking view. I heard laughing and chattering behind me as I took a st...
~Hello this is your friendly author for a quick recap!!
After all the mermaid jazz the we all already know about and I'm just too lazy to explain Nene ends up becoming Hanako's slave... errr... helper, I mean. To Y/n's dismay of course. Let me just paint a small picture for ya...
"You'll pay me with your body." He swallowed the scale with a devious grin. I took his words for a moment and only realized what they meant when I saw Nene's face flush with red. With out a second of though I tried to hurl myself at the entity and soon came to a devastating conclusion as my face hit the hard floor. How my face hit first I haven't a clue, but nonetheless I hopped right back up and was ready to swing again.
"Whoa, whoa!" Hanako raised his hands in the air to stop me. But it was to late my fist had already connected with his face... connected. Wait how did? Never mind that. "Jesus! I meant manual labor!" He screamed. "Dirty minded I see." He cupped his injured cheek in his hand.
"Oh." Was the only simple sound that came from my mouth.
Anndddd there you have it! The amazing prologue for this chapter. Sorry if this chapter seems more unnatural and less fluent then the others. I took a break and getting back into writing is always difficult for me.
I would recommend listening to Make it without you by Andrew Belle for most of this chapter if you want to be all in your feels.
Trigger warning Mentions of illness and death.
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A new found ability... I wasn't sure how to process what Yanagi had told me all last night. I tried to live my nights as normal as possible but I found it increasingly more difficult as it went on. I was filled with, "what ifs?" and, "how did I get here's?" More questions also arose such as, "should I tell someone." That one I pondered on for a while. I still wasn't sure but to be safe I decided it was best to keep it to myself until I figured it out.
Nothing felt disarray with my body, well if you discount the fact I can willing become translucent. I lied restless in bed with my eyes stitched open all night. The ceiling becoming increasingly more boring with each passing minute. Eventually I got sick of it and grabbed my camera. I turned it on and looked at the last picture. It wasn't of a picture I recall taking. Instead it was of a hand reaching up at the sky reaching for the cliff. It was my hand. I had captured a still image of my near death experience. This despite how scary was definitely going to be the photo I was submitting to the contest. The photo was blurry but with a bit of editing I was sure I could fix it some. And even if I couldn't it just ads more character to it.
After seeing the photo it only just hit me. What would have happened had I actually died? I didn't think much of death before this. I just assumed it happened. Death, such a small word for such a big thing. I've heard it explained many ways. I've read many books with their own depictions of it but I myself never thought about what it actually was like. Was it cold? Was it warm? Was there a great mountain with a view none could compare? Was it a living nightmare of my worst fears all set into one place just to relive over and over and fucking over again? I'm now not sure if I'd ever know the answer to it. Was I already technically dead? For some unsettling reason I feel as if I'm not supposed to be here. It's like my body is rejecting the very fact that I am alive. If Yanagi hadn't "saved" me would I be dead? So many questions all thrown on the table and left there to rot like last weeks left overs.
